isa-normaladvance-1909-00240

Description:	240THE NORMAL ADVANCEers trained for these schools possessed professional attainments and professional spirit, Iwould have at every step of their training acomplete interpenetration of matter andmethod. I would surround the whole work ofthe school by the strongest possible pedagogicalatmosphere, and stimulate constantly and everywhere the deepest pedagogical consciousness.The Poor People of The DumpWALTER BRUMFIEL and WILL E. EDINGTONNow, Brum, catch em while theyre roundthe wagon. Just then a decayed orange struckto one side of us, and was crushed into a jellyby its own rottenness. But it was too late thecamera had done its work, and at least onegroup of the poor people of the dump, as theycall themselves, had been photographed as theyworked about the rubbish wagon, helping to unload it, each hoping to secure the best of thehalf-decayed vegetables before his competingneighbors could seize them.Now the wagon was gone, and slowly weclimbed the bank of the dump. It was no easytask, for a foothold in the filth and rubbish, thecitys accumulation of manure, decayed vegetation, broken glass and tin cans was uncertain,and a slip might mean soiled clothes and abroken camera. When wTe had at last reachedthe top after a climb of twenty-five or thirtyfeet, we walked toward the little group, seatedin the midst of the pile of refuse just dumpedfrom the wagon. Three women and a couple ofchildren were busily sorting out the best stocksof celery, specked potatoes, frozen onions, (forthis was the last of March) decayed oranges andwhatever else becomes vegetable waste about agrocery.At first they pretended not to notice us, butas we neared one of the women, aged twenty-three or twenty-four, looked up, poked a pieceof celery in her mouth and blurted out: Takinpictures? Yes, we said. Goin to put emin the Star or Tribune? We didnt commitourselves but merely laughed and tossed acouple of pennies to the children, one a boy oftwelve and the other a girl about five. Thisseemed to please them, and we asked them to remain quiet while we could get a snapshot ofthem. Well, I dont give a goldern if you dotake my picture. I haint had none took sinceIse eleven years old, the former speaker informed us. Will it be in the paper in themorning?By this time the camera was set and we called for position. The young woman seated herself in the midst of the heap of rubbish, and theboy pulled a basket over his head. But the ideadid not seem to meet the approval of the twoelderly women, for one of them stood in frontof the other and turned her back to the camera,thus concealing the faces of both. Perhapsthey had seen better times, had come of goodparentage, and still felt the pride of formeryears, which now asserted itself. But click!and the young woman had had her picturetaken. We tossed several more pennies to thechildren and walked toward a little log-fire,around which a few men were seated, watchingall that was passing. Evidently our liberalityhad pleased them, for they received us cordially, and extended to us, as the best of society iswont to do, greetings about the weather, whichwe returned in such an easy and informal wayas would tend to start a conversation. Theyseemed to be very glad to talk to us and soonwe were quizzing them. Of course, we werevery careful not to offend them in any way, oreven let them know we were there to questionthem. By this time the group which had beenphotographed had joined the men around thefire. Soon another wagon came and all scurried off except two men and the young woman.One of the men, a little scrawny fellow, wascalled Dutch the other, tall, and awkward-
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